Confessions of a Super Bowl Social Outcast
I must admit, I did not attend a Super Bowl party this year, nor have I for several years.
As a Steelers fan, I certainly did not want to be amongst others in the last few years that my team was in the big game: I get emotional and only my family should see such, if even them.
And as I said, while I have not been to a party in a while, I realize that such are purely social events for many people (I won’t specify a gender as that would sound chauvinistic in our highly sensitive, albeit tone-deaf age).
So:
- I did not have to offer the obligatory “hi! How are you?” to people whose well-being I did not even remotely care about.
- I did not have to worry about how much I piled on my plate (except for the catcalls from the wife) as I was home; there was plenty of it and I was the only one bellying up to the trough.
- I was allowed to offer (read: scream) my opinions on the game any way I saw fit, without hearing the non-football fans (again, gender unidentified) whispering whether I was inebriated or looney.
- I could make my remarks about Madonna being outdated (to put it charitably) without offending anyone of my peers in the room.
- I reminisced about my favorite Clint Eastwood movies after seeing him on an auto commercial, with no one looking at me like I was born during the Depression.
- I didn’t have to hear about how good looking Tom Brady is.
- I didn’t have to hear about how good looking Tom Brady and his super-model wife, Gisele Bundchen, are.
- When the great Otto Graham was mentioned on tv, I didn’t have to hear “did he invent the graham cracker?”
- When the game neared the end, I didn’t have to hear anyone argue why the halftime show was the best part of the game.
- Most importantly, when the game came down to the last 2 minutes and I lost all mental continence, I could, and not have to answer to anyone.
Robert Frost wrote “I took the [road] less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” My take is: I watched the Super Bowl on my own and is there a better way?
-I.M. Windee